Johnette pouted in the car next to Garrett. He’d helped Bates earlier on Saturday afternoon and lost track of time. They had missed the first fifteen minutes of the movie, so she didn’t want to see it at all. Then he opted for dinner.
“Again, Johnette, I’m sorry.” Garrett said.
“We’ve had this planned all week.”
“I got busy.”
“With that junk.”
“It’s not junk. We have some nice stuff.”
“I don’t understand the appeal of used furniture. I mean, why wouldn’t you buy new what you want and not have to worry about nicks or scratches?”
“For some people, these pieces remind them of their childhood and their grandparents. They don’t make furniture like they used to.”
When Johnette didn’t say anything, he continued. “For some, we have great buys at a more affordable price. Just think, if we w
